What was true

Can be bought anyway

Reality breaks like iron rusted by the weather

You are forever alone.
You come alone and you leave alone
Eternally alone

And as you go to that plain of infinity

You decay into nothingness

And eventually becomes nothing

And whatever you bear will repay the evil the world nailed into you

And thus logic will escape justice itself

Justice and truth will have no logic
No fairness no measure


You shall know nothing but your own idea of correct